Posted by Amy on September 06, 2000 at 23:33:25:
The four of them sat in a small row boat on a local lake. Jeff and Martha, Pat and Amy. Jeff was a tall slender young man with short cute light brown hair and Martha his wife was a was a short chubby raven haired young woma. Pat was slightly shorter than Jeff, his brother, but was still a tall young man with broad shoulders and slightly heavier and Amy, his fiance, was a small slender blonde with a perky smile. They were just coming to the shore after a long night of fishing. As Jeff rowed the boat near to the shore Pat jumped out of the bow and pulled it onto land. Martha and Amy climbed out of the boat followed by Jeff. The brothers took the tackle and fish out of the boat and put them in Jeff's truck. Thunk. As they turned around to face the ladies arrows hit at their feet. They spun around to find themselves surrounded by a virtual army of female archers.
"Amazons, these four have taken game on our land. What should we do with them?" one of the women asked.
"There is only one punishment for poachers...put them to death." came a chorus of replies.
The four unsuspecting fishers were pounced on and in seconds were stripped of their jeans and t-shirts. They were corralled and herded back to the lake.
"Put them back in their pitiful little boat. Give them a fighting chance." the first woman said.
On the balmy summer morning, as the dawn was beginning to break, even stripped nearly naked they weren't cold but shivered mainly from fear as they were loaded into their boat. Two of the Amazons pushed the boat out into the lake and it began to drift away from shore.
"Okay, now what do we do?" Amy asked.
"I don't know, they took the oars and we're just drifting." Jeff answered.
"Fighting chance? out here on the lake we're sitting ducks." Pat said.
"Oh, don't say stuff like that. This is all just some stupid joke anyway." Martha said.
"Maybe it is, but I'm not laughing." Amy said.
Shlump. All four stood as they heard something hit the water beside the boat.
"Oh no. Here it comes." Pat said.
Shump. True to his word Pat stood motionless with a stunned look on his face staring down at an arrow stuck in his big deep navel.
"Uhhnnhhhh!" Pat screamed as he bent slightly.
Shomp.
"Ooohhhh!" Martha screamed as she bent with an arrow in her huge round navel.
Thoomp. Thoomp. Martha arched her back slightly as arrows tore through the 44D cups of her bra, ripping through her enormous breasts to violate her lungs. Blood gurgled from her lips as she tumbled into the water over the side of the boat.
"Martha!" Jeff screamed.
Thonk. Jeff jerked up to his full height with his eyes wide as an arrow pierced his washboard stomach. Thonk.
"Yaaaahhhh!" Amy shrieked as she bent with an arrow stuck in her taut belly.
Shomp. Shomp. Amy's blue eyes narrowed as she looked down at blood stains on the 38C cups of her bra.
"Aaaahhh...it just had to be...in the tits!" Amy groaned as she slid over the side of the boat.
Pat stood as Amy vanished into the cool water. Shump. Shump.
"Ooohhhhhh!" Pat screamed as an arrow caught him at the waistband of his briefs while another hit in the center of his rounded belly.
He folded and fell headlong into the water.
"Pat...Nooo!" Jeff screamed.
Thonk. Thunk.
"Ooohhhh!" Jeff grunted as one arrow pierced his inverted navel, while another hit dead center in his chest.
He fell backwards and rolled slightly causing the boat to capsize. The four fishers floated by their overturned craft. Jeff with only his face barely breaking the surface and blood bubbling around the arrows. Martha's big pierced tits held her above the surface allowing her round belly, thighs, feet, and face to break the surface. Pat floated with the front of his body above the surface, but every time a wave lapped over him air and blood would bubble from his belly. Amy's breasts also held her at the surface with her body angles slightly downward allowing only her upper belly, breasts, and face to break the surface. Twelve arrows stuck straight up in the air with the fletches wet they looked like macabre towers to the vicious in monument of the handiwork of these Amazons. All four were dead, Martha and Amy died when the arrows had collapsed their lungs. Jeff and Pat drowned screaming in pain underwater from being gutshot.